Three decades it has been. Has it really? How time flies.   Long walks on mossy ground. Short breaths in the crisp air. Careful treks down the hill on moonless nights.   Fitfully warming hands by dying embers. Shivering under musky covers, And scant heat…

Emerald, blue ponds Tadpoles, bugs, fish, green frogs Lily pads red, black

  This basement window Allows a glint of light Through its high narrow strip of muddied glass. It’s well before dawn now I can smell a skunk sauntering past the yard Which is why my hound has been, well Hounding while I wrote all night…

The crows guard their Master! Never leaving my side, They wait for me patiently to protect!

“A body at rest, stays at rest …”. I fall asleep waiting for you. Against my fear, but I am just so, so tired.   “… Unless a force exerts itself, …” You wake me up with one wrench of my hair, And a backhand…

He barks, He growls, When there are strangers around! Other than this he makes no sound! That loving hound! With that chain around his neck, He always likes to check; That I am safe and sound tucked up in bed!

Darkness grew over the kingdom, Of where I was King! The sky fell, Grey!

The city is reflected by the sky in million fragmented motions that spread beyond the limiting horizon and wait in breathless apprehension.   I reach out the window and pull down the curtain.

She is my best friend! She is the one I turn to when I am in need. She is the one I talk to when I am down. She is the one who helps me off of the ground!

Walk down this road, Wherever it leads you.   Walk off this path, However far you wish.   Forage to survive. Build to create.   Forge your own destiny. On this pitiless earth.   © 2017 S Phua